There were three sisters in the wood, o fair flowers of the valley
And there they met a robber bold, and the birds they sang so sweetly
He showed the eldest his weapon knife o fair flowers of the valley
Will you go with me or lose your life, and the birds they sang so sweetly Read more »

Come all you old time cowboys and listen to my song
Please do not grow weary, I'll not detain you long
Concerning some wild cowboys who did agree to go
Spend a summer pleasant on the range of the buffalo Read more »